I think I'm under some sort of Amish curse.

I'm just having a bad run with electrical equipment lately. (Probably a bad time to start a blog then, huh?). We've been through three VCRs in one week - first the old one from college died, so we brought over LawyerMan's old college one, and that died too. Then my parents gave us one that they got free from the casino but it wouldn't let us tape one show while watching another. So we had to break down and drive over to Taregt to buy a new one.

So after that debacle, I come home late the other night, put the baby to bed, and walk out to the kitchen, where's there's this weird electrical smell. Our old toaster oven had gone to meet it's maker. I must have bumped it or something, because it had turned itself on, and was emitting a bad electrical wiring smell, which took hours to fan out of the partment. My parents said they've got a toaster oven from the casino they're willing to give us (this makes them sound like they're running some sort of pawn shop, doesn't it), but I'll probably just head over to the hardware store.